Top Top (part. Gera MX, MC Davo, C-Kan y La Santa Grifa)

(They don't give a damn about us, fools)
(Just Clan Records)
(The heaviest hitters in Mexico, dogs)
(The heaviest hitters in Mexico)

Just so the hood remembers
I've been down with my crew for years
Let them keep talking, the hood's on fire
We'll see each other face to face soon

This track's dedicated to all those assholes
Who forgot who their inspiration was
Don't you get it? That's why you don't rise
This is where it all started, man, you get me, Mendes?

Who the hell do you think you are?
You talk a big game, but the fish dies by the mouth
What you're doing now, I did back in '03
What do you think? Ask around if you don't believe me

Your flow's a copy of a copy of someone else, jerk
I'm the pride of my land and you, a disappointment
Here, humility counts more, get off your high horse
Not even in your hood do they respect you for being a coward

Full of loudmouths, grasshoppers, and copycats
Around here where I live, the graveyards are full
To me, you're just one of those whiny rappers
Who talk a lot but don't show any action

We're still on top-top, doing great
You keep it up on TikTok, loser
I'm still making real hip-hop
Fake rappers like you, in the hood, don't get respect

We're still on top-top, doing great
You keep it up on TikTok, loser
I'm still making real hip-hop (wuh, wuh, wuh)
Fake rappers like you, in the hood, don't get respect (puppy, man)

The talk of your block, your girl, and your crew
They don't even know what family means
We're winning, and the cash is tripling
I use crystal rappers as a toilet

They call me and I jump right in, I never liked silence
I won't back down from a fight or hold back my thoughts
Line them all up, let them pass, none are a challenge
To make it fair, I’ll gift them some lines

Come back soon, I'm ready, I'll give you what you lack
Why grab the mic if you won't rap out loud?
Ah, I want the whole hill to light up
Let's meet up without fear, to see who's the top dog

Watch how with one verse I bury them
The lights go out, their guns jam
I know more than one will be upset
We know they're fake just like their arrests

I won't play the clown, I don't subtract, I'm well in control
I've earned some criticism for not staying quiet
But what did you expect? That I’d play it safe? (No way)
I'd rather be the bad guy than be called the pushover (the pushover)

I don't forget when I opened the door for them
It's much better from afar than up close
Respect isn't for sale
We are who we are, the rest I don't give a damn (prr)

I don't forget when I opened the door for them
It's much better from afar than up close
Respect isn't for sale
We are who we are, the rest I don't give a damn

After I shook his hand, the dog bit it
You lose respect if you forget who had your back
You can't copy the gift that God gave me
They say they're humble, but we know they're not

After I shook his hand, the dog bit it
You lose respect if you forget who had your back
You can't copy the gift that God gave me
They say they're humble, but we know they ain't

Let's get to the point, they all can fuck off together
And I enjoy having them talk about us
We all know it, only you play dumb
Since I called you out, I realized you're a pu–

I do everything solo, locked in four walls
With my people, you'll never see me with you
Yeah, online, everyone’s tough
And on stage, they’re a total bore

If you're gonna throw down, do it right, and if not, shut your mouth
Talking is so easy that even parrots do it
And in this circus, there’s no small enemy
I count them on one hand and they all can fuck off

Let whatever's gonna happen, happen (happen)
Let whoever's gonna fall, fall (fall)
I talked so much about the deadbeat, watch what you say
I’m done picking up trash with the disposables

I stepped in that shit, blame me
I won't lower my gaze even when they suck me off
Everything's wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, ungrateful
You ate at my table and one day you called me friend

Everything's wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, ungrateful
You've come out wrong with those who’ve known you
I’d rather step back if it’s to fill the piggy bank
I don’t fill my shows with empty lyrics

They talk so much about the streets and they’ve never been seen on the streets
I don’t know fear, I’m a child of Jesus Christ
Sincerely, the rooster that remains undefeated
Fucking clown, brings bad luck to these TikTok rappers

Fucking idiots, they come here for nothing
Here you sit, dude, here they’re gonna lick it
Losers, not even in their fucking house do they get respect
They go and bend over, they must want it up their ass

So much blah-blah-blah and they never do anything
Who the hell believes your made-up stories?
Here we rap for the love, never for the fame
But we do it so damn well that we stack up the cash

I did what they’ll never do in their damn lives
We give the plastic rappers the boot here
To me, you’re not real, you just make shit up to rhyme
Here you’re gonna get fucked, haha

You say you kill, you rob, you have beef with the cops
Dude, all that you rap about is pure fucking lies
Remember not to spit up
Because that same shit you throw will fall back on your face

We arrive making a ruckus
This goes out to all the fags
All are men, all are crazy
They talk their shit, this and that

We arrive making a ruckus
This goes out to all the fags
All are men, all are crazy
They talk their shit, this and that

We're still on top-top, doing great
You keep it up on TikTok, loser
I'm still making real hip-hop
Fake rappers like you, in the hood, don't get respect

We're still on top-top, doing great
You keep it up on TikTok, loser
I'm still making real hip-hop
Fake rappers like you, in the hood, don't get respect